So I'm a teen who's struggled with depression and anxiety in my life. My parents made me attend a…read moreprogram called ASPIRE, which you may or may not heard of. It's a group therapy program meant for people like me who struggle with mental illnesses and uses a thing called DBT. The program is 10 weeks for middle schoolers and 8 for high schoolers, but there's a 2 week period before that, so technically it's even longer.
During the program, I felt pressured to pretend everything was okay, just to avoid confrontation with the staff and an even longer period of stay. I have trauma, but I feel like it was ignored by staff, simply being told to "use coping skills" despite the fact I feel more comfortable doing them by myself. I have issues discussing things with my family in the room, specifically my parents, but I was forced to do so, despite the fact it's a trigger for both my trauma and anxiety. One of the staff there even triggered an episode for me, too, pressuring me into saying I had an addiction despite the fact that I didn't, and guilted me into saying I had one during our unit on negative addiction. I've had my stuff taken away from me multiple times, which has consistently been a small backpack with a sketchbook, personal sketchbook for coping, pen and pencil, and a book for reading. It was called a "schoolbag" by the staff, which they had to take away because they don't want me doing homework, despite the fact I was mostly in the program during the summer. Additionally, the skills we were leaning for coping were things I already knew and was using, and the program taught us, how I like to describe it, how to be a human being.
The environments there aren't great either. The room you're in for the first two weeks has gray walls and flooring, and is very cold. There's no table either, and you sit in chairs in a circle while the staff member explains things with a whiteboard. There's no windows in this room. After that, there's two other rooms you use. There's a meeting room, which has one wall with windows, and fluctuated between hot and cold. There's also a whiteboard here for the staff to write on. There's a table here and the colors of the room are bright compared to the first one. The next room is meant for creatives, like making art and projects in the program. This is the best room, since it has decorated walls and two walls with windows on them. There's also a whiteboard in here, and the walls are a similar color to the last room. This room is cold, but only a little. The break room is for in between lessons, and has one wall with windows and is colored like the last two rooms. It's small and doesn't fit the amount of people in it well. The temperature changes in here too.
At the end of the program, they made me fill out a sheet on who I could contact when I needed help, and they had me show it to my parents. By now, I think you can assume I have trauma stemming from negative experiences with my family, so I didn't feel comfortable doing this. However, since they forced me to do so (with the threat of more of this program looming over my head), I did it regardless of how I felt. At the end of it all, they said I didn't qualify for medication for any of my illnesses and disorders, and all I can assume is that because they thought I got better in the program and by the end it wasn't bad enough to assign any, despite the fact it got worse afterwards a few months later I proceeded to engage in self harm. In fact, the program made me feel worse than I had felt going into it, since not only did staff take away my methods of coping and trigger episodes of anxiety, depression, and trauma, everyone else in the program actually had genuine problems, which resulted in me feeling like my problems were insignificant and didn't matter, furthering my problems.
Luckily, they referred me to a new therapist (I had been seeing one before ASPIRE) who I actually felt comfortable with, and I was able to open up to. One of the positives that came out of this, other than possibly more trauma, is that I got officially diagnosed with autism. Honestly, I'm happy I was able to get this diagnosis, since I've always had little quirks, but I didn't know why before they told me.
But other than that, the program was horrible for my mental health, despite how they say they help people get better. I felt like staff didn't care for me, and that they disregarded my reactions to things and situations. With staff triggering episodes for me, and some actually seeing it happen in front of them, I got little to no comfort from them. They didn't care that having to talk about my problems in front of my family was a trigger for me, and that it was a huge issue for my mental state, despite the fact it happened multiple times.
If you care about your kids wellbeing, send them somewhere else. Even the patients I was with hated it there, and were there because family forced them to go, much like mine.